Andy Stevenson vs. The Lord of the Loins by Kage Alan Read Free Book Online Page A

removed it, lifted my T-shirt over my head and tossed them both down on the floor. Every time I'd start to object again, he'd touch me in some way that would cause the words to come out unintelligibly.
    He stood there for a moment and looked at my chest then cocked his head to one side and looked the rest of me up and down. The next thing I knew, he was taking his shirt off and undoing his jeans as he headed for the bedroom, obviously expecting me to follow. I'd come this far, so...
    So? Tristan was naked and waiting for me in his bedroom. I would feel incredibly stupid for leading him to believe I wanted to do something and then back out. Other people did it, and a whole lot more often than I did. Didn't I deserve the same opportunities they had? Didn't I? I could did this. I mean ... I could do this. I could handle it. Right? Right?
    I kicked my shoes off, undid my jeans, slid those off and took a step towards where he'd gone. Thud! It was an awful sounding noise, even more so when I realized I'd made it. The thermal underwear I'd worn came down with the jeans, but never made it off my feet because I'd tucked them under my socks and forgotten about them. I rolled over, massaged my nose—no blood—and pulled the socks and underwear off. No, this wasn't an omen. This was just me being stupid.
    The first thing I saw when I limped into the bedroom was Tristan's well-defined naked body lying on the bed. The first thing I noticed , however, was the lights were still on. They might have been dimmed, but they were on, nevertheless. Tristan sat up, looked me over again, apparently approved and pulled me down with him.
    The next thing I knew, he was nibbling on my neck, massaging my chest, kissing me and repositioning us on the bed, all at once. This guy was good, and I got the distinct feeling he'd done this at least twice before. Whatever happened to romantic and slow? Did it have to feel like he was placing me where he wanted me, like a rag doll?
    "Aren't you going to turn the lights out?” I asked him when I could actually get his mouth off of mine. What was up with that? The taste of Crest was a touch much, and weren't moments like this supposed to be private and not feel so ... well ... forced?
    "Seeing is part of the experience,” Tristan managed to tell me between biting one side of my neck then the other. He'd better not be leaving marks! “You'll see. Maybe I should have played Master and Servant tonight instead."
    "Which am I?"
    His answer was to flip me over onto my stomach like I was some kind of human pancake.
    "Umph...” Okay, I wasn't expecting that. “I'll bet Charlie never treated his angels this way."
    "Wrong Charlie. I'm Charles in charge, and has anyone ever told you what a fantastic ass you have?"
    "Gee, I can't recall ever hearing that before.” It had only been six months.
    Tristan lowered himself down on top of me, and I felt the heat of his skin, his mouth on the back of my neck and one other thing that made me feel more like an object than a participant. My face was pushed down into the pillow when he'd lowered himself, and I had some difficulty speaking properly.
    "Thith ith a lithle unforthatble.” It was all I could get out, and I had little doubt in my mind that he wasn't really listening.
    "You want this...” Tristan whispered in one ear as he rattled a condom package in the other. Was he asking me or telling me? If he was asking me, what was he asking me? Did I want him to use a condom? Did I even want to have sex with him? That was a good question. Did I really want to have sex with him? Well, I guessed it was an odd time to be mulling that one over. After all, I was here.
    What was wrong with me? I was so hot for him earlier on in the day, so why was I having second thoughts about this now? Wouldn't I look like a complete idiot if I told him no? And what did I think I was getting myself into tonight? I showered and dressed up for what? I did it because I hoped—no, assumed—I was more